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Updated: June 18, 2025
"You don't know the thing you're trying to pledge yourself to. You think me a crazy man. You think I'm just asking for the trouble Hellbeam figures to hand out to me. I'm not. I've got the full measure of the whole thing. And I know the thing I'm doing doesn't matter. I'm not going to change the plan of life I've laid down. I've learnt happiness in the forests.
And if you approve him he shall be full partner with you in this concern the day that sees the Canadian Groundwood Trust completed, and the breaking of the Skandinavian ring. Do you follow it all? You and this man will be equal partners in the mill, and every available cent of its capital the capital I made Hellbeam provide. It'll be yours and his, solely and alone. I I shall pass right out of it.
Get just that into your thick, old head, Bat, and for our last five minutes together we can talk of things more pleasant than Hellbeam." The missionary smiled down into the strong face of his companion. And the lumberman realised the uselessness of further protest. He yielded grudgingly. He yielded because he knew and loved the man. By a great effort he turned his mind from the dread haunting it.
"But he ken cut it," Bat cried, desperation finding expression in a clenched, out-held fist. "Can he?" The missionary smiled confidently. And Bat suddenly flung out both hands. "Say, Les," he cried, "do you think I want to see my partner, and best friend, hounded to a life of hell by that swine, Hellbeam? It breaks me to death the thought of it. Man, man, it sets me nigh crazed thinking that way.
Standing spread out his hands deprecatingly. "You see, we did things in a hurry, Bat. There was always Hellbeam. And my Nancy understood that. I wonder " Bat smoked on thoughtfully, and presently the other roused himself from the pre-occupation into which he had fallen. "Does that satisfy?" he demanded. Bat nodded. "I'll do the darnedest I know, Les," he said in his sturdy fashion.
He thrust the pierced end of the cigar between his gross lips and spoke with the huge thing lolling. "It does not matter. I say buy." The tone, the snapping of the man's eyes forbade further probing in this direction. He lit his cigar. "It will need careful handling," ventured Peterman. Hellbeam snorted. "It careful handling always needs. Eh?" "Surely. I was thinking." "So. You will think.
"The smashing of the darn Skandinavian ring," cried Bat, his deep-set eyes alight. "And drive them back over the sea." Bat suddenly leant across the table. "That's it, boy," he cried. "That's it! Hellbeam and all his gang. The Skandinavia Corporation. Smash 'em! Drive 'em to Hell! It ain't profit. It's the trade. The A'mighty made Canada an' built the Canadian.
You think these things, and I don't have to worry. But you've robbed Hellbeam. You've robbed him like any common 'hold-up' of millions. It's not for you to talk of crooks and blackmailers. The laws of the States are going to find you the crook, and Hellbeam'll see they don't err for leniency. Hellbeam'll get you as sure as God.
For once the man's smile reached his eyes. "What's his position in Sachigo?" Hellbeam demanded. "Right on top of the business side of it." "A financial man?" The banker's interest was obviously stirred. But Idepski shook his dark head. "That's the queer of it," he said. "He's a youngster straight out of the forest with no sort of record except as a pretty tough fighting proposition.
You are a fool, a blundering fool. I wash my hands with you." Idepski sat still, patient, as once before he had sat under the whip lash of a man's tongue. And he continued smoking till the great banker's last word was spoken. Then he stirred, and removed his cigarette from his thin lips. "That's all right, Mr. Hellbeam," he said coldly. "It seems like you've a right to all you've said.
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